AN: Might be a couple days before another chapter is up! But I made sure to get this one up for ya. Enjoy and bear with me! Thanks :)

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Dean tensed again. "What do you mean?"

"When I was asleep," Sam told him, shifting, suddenly uncomfortable and hesitant, regretting he started the conversation now, "I uh...I had these weird...flashes of dreams. I dunno if they were memories or... Hell, I don't... Never mind," he shook his head.

"No...Sam, no, listen," he sat down on the edge of the bed. "If you're remembering something, I wanna know. That means you're getting better."

"But they may not be real. They...they don't seem real," he kept glancing away.

"Just tell me what you saw. I swear, man, no matter what it is, it's okay. Trust me."

Sam looked him in the eyes for a long moment, building up the courage to continue. "I uh...I dreamed that...the witch got the jump on us. Did she?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

Sam jerked a small nod, took another breath. "I dreamed that she cursed us, like all the other victims. That we had to...uh..."

"Break the curse."

"Yeah," Sam let out a breath. "And it was just you and me and we didn't have much of a choice."

"That's right," Dean held his breath after that.

"And uh...it kinda...sorta seemed like...maybe it wasn't so horrible," his eyes darted around before meeting Dean's again. "Is that...is that what happened?"

Dean could only nod in reply. He let out a breath as he said, "Do you remember anything else?"

Sam took a breath, wondering if he should continue. But it seemed that Dean was really eager for him to. "I uh... In my dream, it was after that. We were...somewhere else." He breathed for a few moments. "You told me something."

"What did I say?" he asked, hopefully.

"You...you said... You told me that you loved me," he said, eyes darting for a moment between them. "And I said I loved you, too," he finished, meeting his eyes again. "Is that real? Did that...did we say that?"

Dean nodded again. "Yeah. Yeah, we did." He paused for a moment to think. "Do you love me, Sam?" he asked, quietly.

"I've always loved you, Dean," he replied, eyes wet.

Dean wasn't sure how to interpret that. That could mean anything. Of course they'd always loved each other. But there was some really important context missing from the issue at hand. "Did you...dream about me kissing you?" he asked.

Sam swallowed, eyes darting again before he shook his head. "We kiss?" he raised a brow. But Dean counted it as a win when he didn't sense any mortification.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, taking another breath before avoiding his gaze for a few moments.

Sam took that as Dean giving him an opportunity to ask more. "Are we... Dean, are we...together?"

Slowly, Dean's eyes came up to meet his again. There was sincerity, honesty and love in them, and it was really the only answer Sam needed. But his eyes shifted for a moment, some pain evident flitting over his features. "If you don't wanna be anymore, we can stop, Sam," he told him. "I won't force you to be uncomfortable on my account..."

"Dean, you idiot," Sam's voice was thick with emotion and Dean met his eyes again and saw tears forming. "I wanna be with you," he told him, and Dean's heart filled so full so fast, he didn't know how to respond just yet. "I've always...always wanted to be with you. But I never thought... Geez, I always thought I was just a freak for wanting that. I never thought you'd want me..." His hand grasped out for Dean's and held it tightly. "I just...wish I could remember. I wanna remember everything. Why is this...happening to me?" the tears fell, then, and Dean couldn't take it.

"It'll be okay, Sammy," he told him, scooting a little closer on the bed and placing his free hand on the side of Sam's neck, comfortingly. "It'll come back, just like it has been. I'm sure of it..."

"But I wanna remember now," his eyes were wide. "I wanna remember...every touch, every thing we said to each other... I wanna remember our first kiss..."

Dean quickly moved in, crushing his lips to Sam's before softening up a bit at Sam's moan. He gently opened his mouth, leading Sam to do the same, and deepened it. Sam's hands moved up to hold onto Dean's shirt, and Dean's moved to either side of his brother's face, swiping away the tears with his thumbs as they continued a bit longer.

Then Dean pulled away, slowly opening his eyes on Sam's. "How often to you come across the chance at a second first-kiss, huh?" he asked almost in a whisper. "I love you so much, Sammy." Sam let out a breath sounding somewhere between a laugh and a sob, as more tears dropped from his lids. "Hey, baby, don't cry," he smiled, though concerned, and get wiping the tears from Sam's cheeks.

"Oh god, have you been calling me that all this time?" Sam let out a watery laugh and swiped at his own cheeks.

"Kind of," Dean blushed.

"And I haven't taken a swing?"

"You seemed to like it," he countered, raising his brows.

Sam looked at him as he considered this. "The sex must be pretty awesome, then."

"Bet your fuckin' ass," he gruffly replied, and watched Sam's pupils dilate just a bit.

Sam's tongue darted out to lick his lips, the right back in. "It's not fair."

"Sam..."

"I wish we could leave now," he said. "I wish we could have another second first-something." The implication was clear, and Dean wasn't sure how to respond without something completely inappropriate. But then they were interrupted.

Dr. House cleared his throat as he entered. "Guys, I just wanted to let you know that we're preparing for your transfer to recovery, and I'm making sure you get a bed, Dean. As much as I know you love that chair..."

"Thanks, doc," he replied, glancing over to him for a moment, then back to Sam. "Just a few more days until we can do second firsts all you want, Sam..."